After a farce, there was a short break in the middle of the meeting.

The staff in charge of the sound equipment played "Cool Cool" on a loop, saying that Pi was very happy at this time.

The monks and Taoists present shook their heads at the music, although the song was like this, but it was also appropriate at this moment.

At the end of the break, Yuxu Zhenren came to the stage again, picked up the microphone and said, "I don't know which Taoist friend is willing to come on stage to share his opinions?"

As if coming to the elementary school classroom, as soon as Yuxu Zhenren's voice fell, he raised his arms in unison, and he almost said a few "choose me, choose me"!

Yuxu Zhenren glanced around, and when his eyes swept to Xuanwei, he stayed for a second, and seeing that Xuanwei didn't move, he looked away, pointed to a wide and fat monk and said, "Master Wanci, please come to the stage!"

Monk Wanci arched his hand to the surroundings and walked to the stage with a shy stomach.

"Magnetic...... Master?" muttered to Tomorrow Night, and the drama instantly jumped in his mind.

"It's compassion, not the magnetism you think. Tomorrow night, does he look like a wine and meat monk? Hehe, in fact, he is!" Xuan smiled.

Tomorrow Night felt that this cold joke was a little cold, especially from Xuan Wei's mouth.

"Ahem, although he is a wine and meat monk, he is indeed a real monk!" Xuan Wei coughed lightly and said with a straight face.

Even if Xuan Wei has been in the Heaven and Earth Temple almost all the time, he has heard a little about some of the predecessors in the circle, and there is information about this Wanci monk.

Tomorrow night's eyes widened, looking up and down at the Wanci monk on the stage, he sighed lightly for a long time and said: "It's really unseemly, this master looks like a high monk, and there is too much difference between Master Puji!"

To be reasonable, just standing there, most people will think that he has the style of a monk, and this Wanci monk, his brain is full of fat, and the appearance of breaking the vows in film and television dramas is very reminiscent.

"Coincidentally, this Master Wanci is as famous as Master Puji in Buddhism, and the two of them are one north and one south, and they are known as the 'North and South Saints'. Xuan Wei smiled lightly.

"North and South Saint?" repeated Tomorrow Night.

The latter is easy to understand, and there is nothing to find fault with Puji's character and Dharma cultivation, just like a holy monk who is compassionate and compassionate to all sentient beings.

But the word "crazy" in the former doesn't sound like a good adjective.

"Daoji, you know, right?" asked Xuanwei rhetorically.

Tomorrow night's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Jigong?"

The legend of the Living Buddha Jigong is widely spread among the people, and his fame is even higher than that of many Bodhisattvas enshrined in Buddhism.

Especially the sentence "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." If the world learns from me, it will be like entering the devil's way. The Hadith is well known for its maverick style.

"That's right, Wan Ci is on that path, the outside is benevolent and the heart is not cultivated!" Xuan Wei said.

Tomorrow night gasped, you must know that there have been many holy monks in the history of Buddhism, but there has only been one Jigong, this path of cultivating inside and not outside is not necessarily easier than the Mahayana Buddhism that Puji insists!

It's also quite interesting to say, Wan Ci, a monk in the north, actually took the path of Jigong, and it must be known that the temple where Jigong lived was next to Naxizi Lake.

On the contrary, Puji is taking the orthodox path.

It can only be said that monks have their own opportunities, and only the path that suits them is the best.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, but I don't know where the path of the poor road is?" Ming Ye sighed with envy.

Xuan Wei couldn't help but smile when he heard this, he had already planned a route for enlightenment and enlightenment for Ming Ye with the assistance of the system, but Ming Ye himself was still a little confused and unconscious.

Xuanwei didn't say anything to wake up, and he wasn't ready to forcefully let Mingye be completely finalized, so as not to pull out the seedlings and stifle the possibility of Mingye's future.

After all, the road is made by oneself, and others can lead the way for a while, but in the end, where it leads to it needs to be groped for oneself.

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"Amitabha, the poor monk's wisdom is limited, so he casually put forward his personal opinion, and the right is regarded as throwing bricks and attracting jade!"

Seeing Wan Ci's calm and decent behavior and modest and polite conversation, I couldn't help but wonder a little.

I just heard Xuanwei say that this Wanci monk is known as the title of "Northern Madness", and he is regarded as an alternative who is sexually crazy and crazy and ignores the precepts, and now it seems that there is nothing out of the ordinary?

"First of all, the poor monk is not aimed at anyone, but everyone here, and the vast majority of you are vain!" Wan Ci stretched out his fat finger and said to everyone in the audience.

Meow meow?

Tomorrow night he almost didn't hit his head on the table, and he found that he was still too naïve.

This Wanci monk is a proper Magneto, just one sentence instantly attracted a large amount of hatred, and this kind of madness can no longer be described as "out of line"!

There was a commotion below, and many people blushed, eager to slap the table on the spot.

Wan Ci was unmoved, he squinted his small eyes and smiled, and his double jaws full of fat shook for a while.

"Look at your current appearance, the poor monk just said a word, your face changed suddenly, and you couldn't control your mind at all, is what the poor monk said wrong?" Wan Ci asked rhetorically.

At this moment, the monks who overreacted became more and more embarrassed, and their flushed faces tended to develop towards the color of pig liver.

"The times are developing, and the atmosphere is becoming more and more indiscriminate! Look at one by one, who are keen on fame and fortune, neglect self-cultivation, and have time to participate in this Taoist meeting, it is better to go back and reflect on it!" Wan Ci suddenly shouted.

Even though Wan Ci did not name him, some monks felt that Wan Ci was glaring at him, and cold sweat could not stop dripping from his forehead.

"The poor monk is not talented, and he dare not say that he has achieved the realm of cultivating the mind but not the mouth, but the poor monk asks himself if he can have a clear conscience in front of the Buddha! Ladies and gentlemen, do you dare to say that you have never lost your heart?" Wan Ci continued.

Wan Ci's words were like a sledgehammer smashed into everyone's hearts, torturing everyone present.

Some people turned pale, some people collapsed and leaned back in their chairs, some people kept babbling, some people were dripping in cold sweat, and some people were sitting upright......

"The poor monks know that there are many people who regard the poor monks as aliens and are the black sheep who destroy the reputation of Buddhism! But before holding the poor monks accountable, please take the lead in setting an example and correcting yourself, if the conduct and morality of all of you here are as convincing as Master Puji, the poor monks are willing to accept the advice!" Wan Ci bowed in the direction where Puji was located and said in a long voice.

Puji, who was named, returned the salute, then got up and said: "Amitabha, although what Venerable Wan Ci said is not to be heard, it is worth pondering by all of you here! The atmosphere is related to the lifeline of each sect, to the healthy development of the sect, to the social image of the sect, and to the positive role of the sect!"

Wan Ci on the stage smiled and silently walked back to his position.

"Master, I kind of believe that this Master Wanci is a monk with the same name as Master Puji!" said Ming Ye in a low voice.